Thrifted Fossil dress, Target tank, Miz Mooz flats
Rachel Roy dress (Ebay), Talula leggings, Miz Mooz flats
22 weeks on Friday!
So I’ve been thinking that I should name this blog Cranky In PDX because I am in a MOOD. People are irritating the hell out of me.
Sorry Strange Woman at Little Big Burger, I don’t have help and I know how much that horrifies you and that it will keep you awake at night thinking about the many ways that I will fail at parenting 5 male children. And then you’ll fall asleep only to wake up yelling things like: “SOMEBODY DOOOO SOMETHING!” Go away.
Now, I have enjoyed surprising the shit out of unsuspecting fools when they ask me if I know the sex yet (singular) and I feel a mounting glee before saying, “Two boys.” Cue head swivel, gaping mouth. Good times. “Two? But..TWO? More?” But mostly it’s when it’s people that my husband works with or neighbors, people that I generally know in some capacity. There’s something so obnoxious about strangers giving me their opinions about what’s happening in my house and in my uterus. Go away.
Almost bought this Dear Creatures dress from Buffalo Exchange the other day but the fabric was too weird. Cute though, right? Andy said, “You look like a nun!” Eh…sure. >.>
Thrifted tunic, Talula tights, Miz Mooz flats
I love this top. I bought it before I was preggo; I’d been looking for a kind of swing tunic, something that was long and flowy and also with a bit of shape.
I’m really not into buying maternity clothes this time around, such a waste of money and also, there really isn’t much out there that is affordable and cute IMO. I’ve been looking for styles that work before and after. The original owner cut the tag off so I have no way of knowing where to get more (BOOOOOO) but I have been going to Goodwill and Value Village looking for something similar.
On another note, my hair! The one year mark came and went as I was feeling like breathing my last at that particular moment so I didn’t properly take note of it. The before shots above were taken last September, and I’ve also had a trim since then. Still, it’s always cool to see progress. I’m loving the stage my hair is in. Oh! Also, I can’t deal with scarves lately, so I bought some satin pillowcases and the difference is AMAAAAZING. LOVE.
Hope everyone had a great 4th! Andy and I took the boys to Sellwood Park and the streets were packed in the neighborhood surrounding it with folks setting off their own fireworks waiting for the big event. These fireworks…I’m flabbergasted. They were INSANE. “Definitely illegal!” Andy said. Okay, so people are setting off these babies, and there were drunk individuals who would hold up a can of beer and hoot at the sky. There would be rounds of applause afterwards. Meanwhile, Mad and Rio were covering their ears and scrambling back into the seats of the stroller, cringing, and I was stumbling back myself, grabbing onto Zain and pulling him into my chest. At one point a young boy apologized for scaring me. Lesson learned. O_O Next year we’ll definitely be watching the fireworks from afar.
It’s been so hot here. Not actually California hot, but living in Oregon has made me a wuss. We’re going to the beach this weekend! I can’t wait.
Thrifted ON dress, thrifted Talula leggings, Miz Mooz flats
I’ll be 19 weeks tomorrow. I’m gonna go ahead and say I’m already halfway there, since twins usually come early. Pretty please? I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it to 40 weeks anyway, I’m already so tired and achy and out of breath from walking up the stairs to my bedroom. I say this even thought they’re moving around as I write this and I love it. But I want to make it to 37 weeks at least, I hope. I want them full term and healthy.
I’m gonna try to force myself make it to prenatal swimming tonight, I’ve been planning on going for the last two weeks but I can’t seem to get myself to get everything together and leave. Sitting or laying in one place is much preferred to MOVING and DOING STUFF. But I know I will enjoy it so I really need to do it.
Z has been out from school for the past several weeks and it’s been a challenge juggling all three boys’ needs (yeah yeah I know, FIVE soon), especially when we go out because I get comments from people about how my hands are full and I’m just so sick of hearing it. It’s usually just a one-off and not an attempt at an actual conversation. Yes, yes, I know. It’s true! Clearly we are all readers of Duh Aficionado magazine. It’s so obnoxious that people think I’m brave simply for leaving the house. The worst is when someone actually says, “Bless your heart!” REALLY? Look, I have stuff to do. Also, my kids will not always be on their best behavior because they’re not effing robots. DEAL. It chaps my hide when one or all of the boys are making a fuss and people get this disgruntled look on their faces as if they didn’t know they were in a “child-friendly zone” or whatever. Taking your dog everywhere is okay…but kids? Ugh!
Okay, now that I think about it, I AM brave for leaving the house. 😛